Thursday, January 21, 2010

Last week The Girl had her one year check up. They did a blood draw - which was awful in and of itself - to test for lead and anemia.

Then, it got even more awful when her pediatrician called on Thursday morning as I was getting The Boy ready to go to preschool and in the hullabaloo that is our Thursday morning - and I'm hiding in The Girl's room in the dark to get some quiet so I can hear what she is saying - and she says:

I'm a little concerned because her platelet count is low.

And my stomach drops.

And my mind races.

She says:

I'd like to have her in a week to test it again and make sure it isn't dropping.Now I don't want you to lose sleep over this.

HA! SRSLY!

I say ok and hang up.

My mind is still racing. My stomach feels sick. But there is no time.The Boy has to get to school. They all need breakfast. I need to pack a lunch.

There's no time to figure out what this all means.

So I round 'em all up and move 'em all out and when I get home I sit downand turn to good old Google.

i was with you on thursday night and you said nothing to me! how horrible! clad she's doing good and all is fine.having a sick kid would be the absolute worst thing in life. and yes let's get together.